It’s been a while since I blogged about rape.
As a result of well-intentioned, well-meaning advice from my nearest and dearest, who suggested I was being too critical and negative in this blog, I eased back on reporting some of the more disturbing stories that sadly take place here in India. I was urged to be more upbeat.
So I was/still am, I hope, focusing on funny, happy, quirky, interesting stuff.
But there are times when the veil of funny/happy/quirky/interesting needs ripping away, and the harsh light shone on some of the more sordid things that happen.
Sadly, I’d say not a day goes by without a rape case being reported in the press here in India. I haven’t checked, so go ahead & hold me accountable if you wish. Perhaps it’s not every day. Perhaps it’s only 6 times a week. You know exactly what I mean, so let’s not split hairs.
Although the horrific fact of rape does not fully define a country, it is still a fact.
And although there is no way on God’s earth that one rape is any less vile than another – NO way at all – there is still something so disgusting, so vile, so stomach-churningly obscene about this case that it makes me feel sick to my stomach.
Every idiot who has invoked all manner of asinine excuses to explain why men rape, needs to tell us all now – exactly what did this 8 month old do to provoke this scumbag?
Was she eating chow mein, which, as we all know, provokes men to rape?
Perhaps she wasn’t wearing an overcoat, because that prevents men from raping?
After all, we all know that “a girl is far more responsible for rape than a boy.”
I have no words.